Wichita eagle., 1887-07-22
THEATRICAL PEOPLE.
ACTORS AND ACTRESSES WHO ARE
FOND OF RUSTlcATING,

Quite as Interesting as When on the
stage-How Stage Beauties Enjoy Life
in the Country-Summerins in a Cot
tage.
Seen in undress, the actor is quite as inter.
esting as when on parade. Caught in q baby
waist under the ancestral trees of Fonthin,
Clara Morris has entertained me as she never
did in bucfra,n and grease paint Smoking a
brier wood pipe and wearing tarpaulin hat,
Edwin Booth, at Cohasset, had philosophic
dignity that he never attained in Hamlet;
and Lawrence Barrett, shiverlng his timbers
and Delaying yacht, warmed the heart as no
Roman senator could possibly do on the the
atricai deck Those fortunate people who
have seen Maggie Mitchell in her home at
Long Branch have found out where she re-
nswed her youth, and to catch Joe Wneelocls
at the Highlands hitching up that big horse
of his while he talks about cement and ma
nure is, as the phrase goes. worth the price
of admission"
1t was only last summer that I caught Es-
telIe Clayton and her beautiful sister making
outdoor sketches on the Hook mountain. end
when everybody was wondering where Zelie
de Lussan was, found her playing croquet
in starry stockings on the back lawn of
hidden cottage at Richfeld Springs.
LIFE IN THE cATsKILLs.
Do you remember Laura Don's straw berry
shortcake in the Catskills, and Mrs. Har-
kins' midnight potato salad at Larchmont, or
can you have forgotten Kate Forsythe's
cherry pies.
Somewhere up between the Catskills and
the Ramapo range is a snug little cottage,
with honeysuckle on top and wine cellar
at bottom. There was red checked, dark
eyed lass who came out and held our horses
one June morning and asked us in to have
some curd and whey. 1t was Edna Cary;
and we went and sat on tuffet, like the
Mother Goose heroine, while she told us how
to make "pot cheese"
Then did we not catch the elegant George
Clarke out in a retired Connecticut vale
swinging a scythe, and going every ten min
utes to a jug of molasses and vinegar under a
tree to convince himself that he was horny
handed son of toils Well, l should tank we
did. How many times that summer did he
excuse himself at rehearsal because he had to
get his hay in!
Who does not know that Rose Coghlan
raised onions one season as a pastime ON the
noble Hudson? Who does not know that
within view of Tuxedo, Charlotte Thompson
has an old farm house that would do your
heart good to stop at, if she were at bomes
Who has not heard of Crockett lodge, where
Frank Mayo, after his seasons work. melts
into hospitality, and where the table groans
under his viands, and the guests groan under
his philosophys Perhaps you have never
been at Maeder lawns Oh, well, that's your
loss. TO there If you ever get the chance.
A cow AND CABIN.
Actresses do not buy Rhine stones as much
as they once did. They incline to lawn
cutters and patent churns You ought to
see Lillian Russell milk a COW, or Mrs.
Bowers in Vatican bat feeding her turkeys.
remember Clara Louise Kellogg yodeling all
one summer with an alpenstock at Cold
Spring, and as for Fanny Davenport. she
has been looking for a matched cottage thess
ten years, and Mrs. Thurber, as you know,
has got a log cabin in the Catskills, and
Lester Wallack "goes down" to his place at
Stamford every summer like an English
gentleman.
Why, I've seen a premiere danseuse-God
rest her soul she's dead now-in hobnail
shoes riding on load of hay in Connecticut
and enjoying it.
There's little weather stained box in a
nook of the Shawangunk mountains, five
miles from any other house, where one of the
most beautiful of our actresses lived for three
summers with her mother and maid. l
have never been there, but Ihave seen photo
graphs of it, and l know the country There
are no newspapers, no telegraphs, no neigh
bors; but there must be a good deal of quiet
-Nym Crinkle in New York World